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[Poythress <kal...@en...>]

 Denham. Ah, you write quatrains. Should no poem exceed four lines?
Vane. Not only should not, but in our present state of development,
_cannot_. The quatrain is the analogue of the Greek gem, the
_consummate_ flower of the national art of the period. It will take at
_least_ a century to perfect and exhaust it. Have you seen my book,
"Three Quatrains"? Denham. No; have you published it lately? Vane. My
dear Denham! I never _publish_ anything. In a wilderness of mediocrity
obscurity is fame. Denham. Yes, a well-advertised obscurity. But surely
you _have_ published poems? Vane. Where have you lived, my dear fellow?
I breathe a poem into the air, and the world hears. If some one prints
it, can I help it? One does not print, wake, and become famous; one
becomes famous, a